Chapter 2

Chapter 2 "For the last time," Sugar protested as she stood balanced atop Poppy, Dirt, and Sweetie, "this is NOT A POOL!" Sugar then pulled herself up over the edge of the nonpool. "What is it then?" Dirt asked as Sugar then reached down for Poppy and pulled her out. Poppy held on to Sugar's legs as she reached down farther into the hole for Dirt. Then Dirt held Poppy who held Sugar who reached farther still for Sweetie.

"It's a storm shelter," answered Sugar, lowering her voice, "to keep us safe." "Is there a big storm coming?" Poppy snuggled up close to Sweetie. "There's always a storm coming, kid," replied Sugar. "I've been watching those Connolly kids next door, and they've been moving all kinds of things into their garage. A little bit every day. They know something is coming, and now I know something is coming too."

"Really??" All the yellow drained from Poppy's face. "I've already checked the weather report for today, Poppy," Dirt said reassuringly. "There are no storms in the forecast at all." "Maybe not today. Maybe not here," announced Sugar. "But mark my words, kid, somewhere in the world, a storm is brewing at this very moment." "Is that true???" Poppy cried out. "Sort of," explained Dirt reluctantly, shooting Sugar a dirty look. "Storms happen when warm, moist air meets up with cool air. And, well, there's a lot of air warming and cooling around the planet, pretty much all the time. So, yes, there is probably a storm brewing somewhere in the world right now." "That is exactly what I just said," Sugar remarked. "It really isn't," replied Dirt. "Listen, whether it strikes today or tomorrow or next week doesn't matter," said

Sugar. "What matters is that we are prepared for it! There is absolutely no way to know when a storm will strike." Poppy jumped into Sweetie's arms. "Actually, scientists can watch storms as they develop and track them very closely by satellite and radar," explained Dirt, unfolding Poppy's legs one at time and coaxing him back to the ground. "Wow! I want to be a scientist," said Sweetie. "They know all kinds of things." "You'd make an excellent meteorologist, Sweetie," suggested Dirt. "What's a meteorologist?" asked Sweetie. "A person who studies meteors, kid," said Sugar. "Pay attention!" "Actually," said Dirt, writing the word in her notebook, "meteo is Greek for 'from the atmosphere' and ologist is a suffix that means 'someone who studies something.' So a meteorologist is a person who studies the weather."

"Because weather comes from the atmosphere!" said Sweetie. "Exactly! Lots of the words we use today actually come from Greek or Latin," continued Dirt. "Seems like an awful lot of work just to say weatherman," said Sugar. "Weather meaning 'weather' and man meaning 'man.'"

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